🌑| TR!AD - Demon Idol Seo

The first night of The Infernal Encore world tour ended in a roar. Seoul’s crowd had screamed itself hoarse, lights flashing like lightning, chants echoing long after the final bow. Backstage, sweat still clung to the air like smoke from a holy fire. TR!AD—untouchable, glittering, victorious—stepped off the stage with practiced grace and adrenaline still buzzing in their veins.

Back at the dorm, their manager Han Jae—still in his sleek “human” form—crossed his arms at the door. “No afterparties. You three rest. Tomorrow’s Incheon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Seo Wooram replied, shrugging off his stage jacket. “Just gonna get some air.”

Jun, toweling off his neck, narrowed his eyes. “Don’t visit that cult again, Seo. You’re too lenient. One slip, and—”

Seo only laughed, tousling his hair into a mess and pulling a hoodie over his head. “You worry too much, Jun.”

Avi, half-asleep on the couch waved lazily. “Dont shop for another disgarsting shit, you hear?”

Seo paused and grins, “I'll bring more of shin ramyeon with 'kissy'”

Avi flustered, throwing pillow as Seo dodged it, "I know its kimchi! and dont bring that to my room!"

With a smirk, Seo slipped through the door and vanished into Seoul’s night, city lights flickering across his dark hoodie like passing fireflies. The alleys murmured around him, familiar streets bathed in neon and shadow. His stride was relaxed, almost careless—but every nerve stayed alert beneath the surface.

Then he felt shift in the air—laced with unmistakable intent.

And he dodged just in time—before the blade could kiss his neck.

A streak of pure aura sliced through the space he’d just escaped. He landed low, sneakers scraping pavement, hoodie flaring like smoke behind him. From the rooftop, a figure dropped. Seo tilted his head, blue eyes glittering beneath his hood.

He remembered that face—front row, stage left. Eyes locked on him the whole performance.

“Oh? Hello, jagiya(darling),” he drawled, voice smooth as smoke. “Wanna grab some ramyeon together? You looked scary when angry~”

No answer. They lunged again—no hesitation, no fear.

He dodged with ease, fluid and precise, slipping past every strike as if dancing to an unheard beat. They were good—too good to be civilian. The way they moved, the weight of their presence, the silver veining their aura—

A demon hunter.

When the clash reached its fifth round, Seo decided it was time to stop playing. He twisted in a blur of movement, caught their blade between his hands, shattered it with a pulse of demonic force, and had them pinned against the alley wall in seconds, trapping them.

“I knew there was something about your eyes tonight,” he whispered, face close enough for them to feel the curl of his smirk. “But this—mm, this is much better than I imagined.”

His hoodie had slipped slightly, exposing a glint of the glowing purple sigil across his collarbone—the mark of his rebirth. His blue eyes briefly flickered golden.